Porch Dog Rhyme

 

c2020 Rod Ice

October 16, 2020

Creaky, cranky

Feeling funky

Up overnight with canine cares

Angels unaware

Black Lab stares

Into the darkness

Pondering the steps

Of a ghost cat

Across the welcome mat

Panting for breath

Hard and quick

He won’t fetch a stick

That ain’t his vibe

This dog runs his own ride

One of a kind

No rhythm or rhyme

Not a good soldier

Just a wandering pooch getting older

Gray and white

Up all night

Tail wagging

Hind legs dragging

Seen 13 summers and more

Still here on the floor

A good-natured kid

Gone mature

I am sure

There’ll never be another

So close to my heart

So frustrating in the dark

Pacing, pacing

Wandering from room to room

Old age comes to soon

This is true

Seasons change and so do we

Dogs and old folks

Words we spoke

Fade into the wind

But we’ll meet again

When my bones no longer ache

Where hearts never break

Where you’ll run and play

Like yesterday

Trust me when I say

God is good

To this neighborhood

You and me on the porch

Fall skies and colors of a torch

In the leaves

I believe